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Greeting, to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very much
And now I shall you your future

It seems my cards of Tarot have dealt you a odd hand
A hand of six card, this is very rare
And suggest something neusant is
You should be by a dark circus
A circus that holds pain and

This traveling mass of will leave your corpse to rot
While entrapping your soul to displayed at future
Oh, yes, you should also be that it is your own evil doings
have brought about this carnival's visit

All of the and hatred you have cast during your life
Have and spun into form, the form of one
One who this gruesome parade of pain into your life
One sinister beast, one only as Ringmaster

ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls in wax
All of the rare you are about to encounter
Are strange and creations of the one
And the only of them all
So both dead and undead, please welcome the
Purpose, question,

The ICP is of the
And the Ringmaster's of the attunes of
Gya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your enemy
And yourself
Every thing you've ever done has come back now
And gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy

Us, just clowns
We just for the Ringmaster
the wave of his magic wand
I step forward, wind
And swing battle axe
Upside your head, ooh

So step right up 'cause the
Takes you on the ride of your
and fear, smiles and tears
And oh, so over do

The Ringmaster up and lifts across the sky
Through the and down the river
Along the valley, over the
And the trail and up the sidewalk
Only to you and yours
At your very front door, let's go,